Poems from the Heart

These poems were sent by visitors to my website BeyondtheVeil.net to post on the site between 1996-2016. They are reproduced here exactly as they were received without any editing by me. As a gift, visitors may download the PDF file by clicking on the link below. ~Diane Goble 4/2018.

Memorial Poems from the Heart


You Didn’t Hear “I Love You”  

I never saw your smile

or the color of your eyes.  

I never heard your laughter 

and I never heard your cries.    

You never felt my kisses 

upon your cheek and nose. 

Or tickles underneath your chin 

and on your little toes.   

You didn’t hear, “I Love You” 

and you didn’t see me weep, 

for your spirit left your body 

and you were born asleep.   

But there’ll be a time, my baby,  

when in death, my eyes close too.  

and I know that when they open 

I’ll awaken there with you.   

©Ron Tranmer


We Will Meet Again

In loving memory of Achan… 

Bright as the sun, elegant you were 

Every smile took away our worries 

But yet when i look back i smile 

Its smile u of loong gone days 

Days i would always want to go back 

Days i would hear ur funny jokes 

But now its tears u are leaving me with 

Its too soon, too soon 

You gave us love, caring n always on our side 

You taught us everything to smile about 

But too sad you forgot 

You should have taught us to say goodbye 

You have been my family 

But now u av run away 

Why..why…why now x-( 

Where have we gone wrong 

Why are you inviscible now 

You are long gone..i call ur name 

but u are nowhere 

Ur memories is tumour in my head 

Its the memories of happy days 

Now its gone…ur voice, ur eyes 

I cant hear u calling, where are yu 

You come in vision, pliz dont go 

I ask God to bring you bak 

But he promises light ahead 

I know i will see you again 

At the end of my tunnel am on my way there 

And i will meet you..and i will see you again 

But now i have to gather myself 

I have to let you go…prepare our room 

And tell mum am still Hers 

Tell her i will see her again 

When time comes we will all celebrate together 

But its not yet 

Goodbye sister, goodbye mum 

You will always be in our hearts.  

~ Kelvin Onchor


An Angel Above   

A contagious laugh and a smile so bright  

You were so beautiful in everyone’s sight    

The number of lives you touched was so great  

How the day I will see you again I long to await    

My heart aches in loneliness and pain  

But yet in my heart you do remain    

Cherished are the memories I have of you  

Oh how I wish this were not true    

But as stars will continue to shine and the moon will glow  

My love for you will always show    

An angel came down and took you by the hand  

It may be many years until we understand    

You were flown to heaven to be with Matthew, your son 

And now your eternal life with God has begun    

My only wish is that I had more time to spend with you  

But I know Matthew needs you too      

Difficult are the days ahead  

But “Make hay while the sun shines” was a quote you always said   

 “Only the GOOD die young”  

Are the words Billy Joel sung    

He said it so right, he said it so true  

“Butterfly Kisses” are what I leave with you  

~Emily Guldan



Once near 

Once here 

Never to far 

Always my star 

Shining so bright  

My lovely delight  

Shared all your thoughts 

Giving us a spot 

Never loved us less 

Did your very best 

I need you now  

More than ever 

Forever ill remember 

You’re my only mother  

I see you in my dreams at night 

As an angel with a ball of light 

I lost you mom but gained you still 

My guardian angel to keep me well  

I miss your warmth oh heaven knows 

To keep me sane and more so 

Your kindred spirit was needed it seems  

So well your there remember me please 

 Ill love you always 

As you know 

To the moon and back forever more  

My one and only. Mommy.

 (poem 1)   

My Beloved Mother 

I never realized how much I want and need you 

So many things we didn’t get to do 

The laughter  

The cries 

The no goodbyes   

I know you’re happy as can be  

With the lord all mighty pain free 

Just remember I love you ma eternally with every ounce of all of me 

I think of you now everyday since the day you passed away  

I grieve the love no longer felt as emptiness fills my heart  

My angel you are and will always be  

The best living part of me 

Until that day we meet again  

Ill do everything I forever can  

I say now a final goodbye to the one and only mother of mine. 

I love you to the moon and back and don’t you ever forget that  

~Carolina Muraca Dennis 

12-29-1957 – 01-21-2014 

(Poem 2)


Rest in peace, Mom 

You weren’t a saint but you were extremely close. 

Out of all of the people on Earth, I’ve always loved you the most. 

It will be very painful as they lower you into the ground. 

Life will never be the same because you’re no longer around.  

You were a wonderful human being and a terrific mother too. 

Your family and friends will always love you. 

You were so sweet and kind that you should’ve been given a humanitarian award. 

The people in Heaven are happy because you’re there and so is the Lord.  

You’re in a better place and that makes your friends and family glad. 

But as people see the tears rolling down my cheeks, they know that I’m so sad. 

You were one fantastic lady, you were truly one of a kind. 

Knowing that Heaven is your new home gives us peace of mind.  

From time to time I wasn’t the ideal son and that’s something I regret. 

You gave me life, love and happiness and that’s something I’ll never forget. 

It hurts very much because you are deceased. 

Everybody loves you Mom, may you rest in peace.  

(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson who passed away March 6, 2013.) (1948-2013)

~Randy Johnson  


Dear Nan  

Christmas won’t be the same this year, 

And our table won’t be complete 

For we have lost a loved one so dear, 

And there will be an empty seat.  

We always thought that she would stay here, 

But sadly that wasn’t meant to be. 

She flew up to heaven, without a tear, 

And softly whispered goodbye to me.  

She said don’t be sad on Christmas Day, 

For in your heart you’ll see. 

That angels are never very far away, 

We’re not just decorations on a tree.  

All I ask is that you do not grieve, 

And that your day is filled with love. 

For the greatest gift you will receive, 

Is a heavenly visit from above.  

~Merry Christmas, Katy


Death of my true love 

Why did you go so soon and leave me here alone 

I know it was out of your control it wasn’t on your own 

My love for you is so strong 

Without you I can’t move on 

Your the only one in my mind  

Everyone else is in a bind 

Please tell me you care one last time  

I want to feel your skin pressed against mine 

Can’t wait to see you I will always be there 

To really show you how much I care 

 You said I was your angel no matter what happens  

Well I wish you were here to tell me more 

I love you so much 

You’re all I adore

~Artavier Christian  


You Died Yesterday

You died yesterday 

And I knew it would come, this day 

But why so soon, why have I no say 

What will you do, what will you make 

On this new journey you now take  

You died yesterday 

I watched you struggle, I watched you weep 

I watched you laugh, I watched you shriek 

I watched you sing, I watched you reap 

The benefit of a long earned sleep  

You died yesterday 

And as I looked out the window, I wondered 

Why everything looked the same, nothing asunder 

But inside everything felt broken and plundered 

The world less vibrant and full of blunder  

You died yesterday 

So today I will weep, and tomorrow I will grieve 

And each day forward I will try to achieve 

The life full of laughter and love you believed 

Was yours to give and mine to receive

~Terry Hull


Everyday Goes By   

Everyday goes by but still all I do is lie in bed and cry. 

For weeks you have been sick and somehow managed to be strong through it.  

Was it because you were trying to be strong for the family? 

Through weeks I saw you suffer DADDY and there was nothing I could do, 

oh how I wish I could have taken your pain away from you.  

When you were at hospital and I saw you hooked up in so many machines  

I could see that you hurting your pain and suffering was also hurting me.  


~Charity Khumalo


The Inevitable Dream  

Last night I dreamt 

You hadn’t actually died 

Which made me happy. 

We hugged and cried, 

Feeling glad we had 

Another chance. 

Then suddenly I woke up, 

And it was sad  

To realize it was Just a dream. 

But soon I woke up again, 

And I felt glad  

To realize it wasn’t 

Really just a dream  

Because there is really no death. 

It’s simply a transition, 

So there will be a time  

When we will be 

Together the way we were 

As it occurred 

Last night 

In my slumbering mind, 

When it’s time. 

~Jean Soohoo 


Our Dad 

When your loving heart stopped beating, 

We were gathered round you weeping. 

No wishes for you to stay, 

To watch you weaken day by day. 

We could all see quite clearly, 

Though such courage, your body weary. 

Once a man so lithe and strong, 

Letting you go couldn’t be wrong. 

Though the pain cuts very deep, 

Many tears we’ve yet to weep. 

Thank god we were all there that day, 

And Surrounded by our love you slipped away. 

With perfect peace and such calm, 

This will be our healing balm. 

~Lorraine Hickinson  


Dear Mom

It’s been many years since you passed, 

23 to be exact, 

That you left this world for a better, 

Still i sense you in every act.  

Your birthday is nearing closer, 

On the day before Christ’s birth,

I wish I could see you in person, 

But your presence is not of this earth.  

Still I hear you when you speak, 

Feel you near me as my guide, 

The sound of my very heartbeat, 

Reminds me you’re at my side.  

So I wish you a Happy Birthday, 

A birthday of your rebirth, 

As you sit at the foot of God, 

Ensuring my peace on earth.  

In Memory of Margaret Marie Marusich Hubbell 12/24/1929 – 8/24/1987  

Love you and miss you… Your Son, 



Hey Grandpa Charlie  

When I close my eyes, I think of you 

And now I know your up there in the sky 

That’s why its so blue 

But you should know that if I cry 

Its because I love you  

We all know that you are gone 

But really your just being born 

Because from here to thereon 

You are being recreated in heaven 

I promise they will take good care of you and 

I will have it be known of what I’ve sworn 

Because I love you  

The angels will take care of you 

But you will take care of him, her, and me 

As you watch our daily lives and help us through 

That’s just how it will be  

And we will always be thinking about you 

Because we love you  

You’re not just a memory 

You’re a spirit inside all of us 

So vibrantly alive 

And you will continue to thrive 

Until we meet again in that place that seems so distant 

But I know its existent 

Because God loves us  

You fought your fight 

You won your battles 

But this time God has other plans to make it all right 

So just follow that bright light 

And it will all be okay because 

You are just saving us a seat 

Because you love us  

Your Granddaughter, 



In Loving Memory of our Precious Brother Robby

Brother, I think about you all the time, 

And wonderful memories you left behind 

Your great intentions and precious heart, 

And I know at the end of the day, 

We are very close and not far apart 

Brother, although we are separated through time 

And space our souls will connect in another place,  

You will be the one to guide me in, 

And to comfort me in the end. 

With your souls progression 

and High level of spirituality, 

Your goodness and kindness 

Will be my reality. 

Brother, I saw a vision 

That was revealed to me 

With God’s permission, 

You were soaring with Angles 

And protected by the almighty’s hand, 

This opened up to me 

In an unfamiliar land.  

Brother, the spirit world 

Is a glorious place, 

And I see you filled with joy, love 

Happiness and grace. S

o brother, until we meet again 

I will love you forever and 

Always to the end.  

~Lisa Franklin


Dreamless Nights, Endless Days

Your absence has left me full of endless days.  

Like the much dreaded heat and the Eastern Shore haze.   

The toying, the strings; on this ride, I remain.  

Leaves me feeling at times, that I’m going insane.   

It’s the ride from Hell, where I feel I will stay.  

But, it was all in the cards and to Jesus, I pray.   

That this strength and this grace that so few possess.  

Will help carry me through this difficult process.   

The love that we have is boundless and strong.  

And you are still by my side where you will always belong.   

Your wisdom is by far the most one could imagine.  

For your keen eye could always see beyond the horizon.   

You taught us all how to love and be happy.  

It doesn’t take much, live it simple, live it free!   

We’re all here for a while, or a lifetime, a season.  

And we both know Everything Happens For a Reason.   

I feel that in time, this heartache will subside.  

Until then, my love, just know of the pride.  

That you filled my life with while you were still here. 

And that in my heart, I will always hold you dear.  

I pray to God and ask him to see me through.  

These dreamless nights and endless days, until again, I can be with you.   

 ~Marcy Harper


Be at peace my lovely son 

On the 2nd of June 2010 you took your life 

You could no longer cope with all the strife 

Although there was help and support for you 

You chose to do what you did do  

For many years you came to me 

When your way in life you could not see 

I supported you when things got tough 

And your path in life felt very rough  

No matter what your troubles were 

I was always your sword and armour 

I protected you no matter what 

Tell me son, had you forgot?  

Although sometimes we fought a lot 

You were my son; I never forgot 

I was always there when you needed me 

When life for you was not so easy  

When you felt such deep despair 

Did you think no one would care 

Did you think no one would heed  

Or turn their backs in your time of need  

You were wrong my son, we loved you so 

Don’t say to me you did not know 

We were there, you should have said 

And to your side we would have tread  

Your problems you should have shared 

We would have helped because we cared 

We would have helped if we had known 

But your fears or worries were never shown  

To the outside world you wore a mask 

Which we now know was a farce 

You cracked your jokes, you gave a grin 

Belying the sadness that was within  

Why oh why did you fail to see 

All you had to do was contact me 

As always I was there for you 

And would have come to your rescue   

Instead Adrian you chose to die 

And left me here to sit and cry 

The pain I feel is hard to bear 

And in my mind I see you there  

I feel your fear and your despair 

As you make efforts to prepare 

To leave this life you so did love 

And fly to clouds up above  

Be at peace my lovely son 

Your spiritual life has just begun 

There will be a time when we meet again

 Meanwhile my son, I’ll say Amen   

~Ann Bedford


To My Grandpa

Oh you fought to the end of your devastating battle. 

My heart aches that you are no longer here with us today. 

Everyday I look outside and see the birds fly beneath the clouds, 

I believe it’s the path to heaven. 

I miss you grandpa. 

Life’s a journey. 

Life’s a battle. 

Nobody ever said life was going to be easy. 

Grandpa you don’t know, 

How much I wish you were here with us today. 

I don’t really know much about you, 

But I heard so much. 

You were a brave man you fought to the end. 

I love you grandpa.  

Your granddaughter, 



Forever and Ever We Love You

Oh how i miss u 

wish you could come back to

 a time we both knew

 just me and you

 oh how i wish you knew how much me and your baby need you

want to greet daddy when he comes through 

the door, a smiling face i will see no more 

one your daughter never had a chance to adore 

oh how i wish you could come home

 just a hug could make me feel like i was never alone

 how your death has me blown

oh how i wish you knew how nothing in my life will ever be the same

the thought of hearing your name 

and all the great memories it brings 

oh how i wish u knew how bad i want to be beside you 

yes i realize how hard you tried to provide 

how i wish you knew how long this poem could go on 

so much i miss 

but God has blessed me with our baby to hold and kiss. 

I know your daughter will be so amazing like you and she is truly your dream come true. 

Forever and ever Mr.Dorsey we love you.   

~Clara Thompson


The Crying Marine 

They always say when you meet a person & share hands you look into each others eyes…eyes don’t lie.

 Next time you share the hand of a MARINE -thank him or her & look into those eyes..”CRYING MARINE EYES DON’T LIE” 

You don’t need “to know” just “know” those eyes saw more than we could ever imagine or want to know. 

Say “THANK YOU & I’M PROUD OF YOU” & watch that “LIGHT” of life come back!!

Our MARINES are trained to be kickass, when at war & what they see sometimes kicks their ass & soul. 

They serve & die for us. We at the minimum could say thank you & bring them up!! 

Husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, have all had to adapt to “the crying Marine,” 

why can’t we as a civilized country & community do the same?!  


~Julie L. Machtan


To My Knight in Shining Armour

Although I hid behind my smile 

Those that love me saw straight through 

That where once loves resides 

There is no longer you  

Not long before you left 

You opened your eyes in such sorrow 

In disbelief you cried for me 

For the time I had to borrow  

I heard my guides my darling 

As I have always done 

And brought you to your fruition 

So your song was sung  

In the mirror I saw you 

I told you I would understand 

And with my heart still aching 

Your Angel took you by the hand  

I know you would have waited 

Until the end of time 

But I could not leave you 

In the place between heaven and mine  

For true love is to let go 

So I put my faith in you 

For you can see beyond the light 

There is more for me to do  

You send me rainbows to remind me 

That the storms will always clear 

That you are there beside me 

Therefore there is nothing I should fear  

I know I haven’t lost you 

Your just in a different space 

When I rest my head you hold my hand 

And place a tender kiss on my face  

You have to keep reminding me 

That we will meet again 

Although this only just helps 

To lessen all the pain  

The many times that we were one 

Only now I know why 

So you would live on in my heart and all I do 

In this you never die  

Once our heart did beat as one 

Now mine beats for you 

To show the world just who we are 

And continue what we do  

I know you stroke my hair 

And hold me in the night 

It’s your smile I long to see 

And your eyes that are out of sight 

I got your message loud and clear

The universe is where it should be 

For time waits for no one soul 

Forget not we are bound for eternity  

As the sun will always rise 

So the sun shall set 

To my knight in shinning armour 

Your Princess you have met  

No regrets fill my past 

 That you know is true 

 For I love you with all my heart 

 And I know you love me too…. 



How often I think of you 

its surprising how often i think of you 

turn to speak to you  

and realize your not right there as i expect you to be 

i guess i hold you so close in thought that its hard.  

To understand sometimes that your aren’t close in person  

but i wanted to let you know 

I’m thinking of you  

and wishing i could talk  

and just be together a while 


~Ebony Myers


Pray God in Heaven  

Please hear my prayer,  

Please guide our Katrina  

With loving care  

Please be a good shepherd  

And don’t leave her alone,  

Love Katrina in Heaven  

As we do at home. 

God Bless You, Katrina 

~Iris Mckeown 


I Want to be Normal Again

Feeling so lost and all alone 

I want to bury all the memories 

Leave no trace that you ever existed  

Maybe then I could sleep at night  

Maybe then my eyes will be free… 

From all the tears  

Don’t want to have to drag this pain with me  

Everywhere I go … 

I want to be normal again   

But everywhere I look is a reminder of you 

Of us, of everything we shared. 

Why can’t I let you go?  

Let your spirit rein  

Why cant I smile in reminisce   

The scar is too deep  

And the emptiness makes me cold 

I to feel like I have gone…  

Into another world   

A world where happiness  

Is an obstacle  

Laughter a challenge  

And complete is almost impossible…  

If only I could go on without the thought of you… 

Maybe then ill feel what peace is like again!  

~Cashca Viljoen 


I Wish  

I wish you hadn’t died, but you did. 

You, who taught me how to live, 

Who taught me what safety was 

And who showed me how to love.  

I wish you hadn’t had to die… 

You could be here with me now, 

Talking, laughing, crying with me, 

Sharing everything life throws our way, 

Enjoying each other.  

You showed me what love is, 

Your affection never dimmed. 

You modelled generosity, 

Your spirit lives on… 

And my heart remembers.  

You took so damned long to die 

And I was so weary of it, 

But my grief has never let up. 

I miss you every day, 

Because you left me behind.  

There isn’t a day that I don’t think about you, 

That I don’t wonder where you are, 

Or how you would look if you were here?  

Would your tastes be the same, all these years on? 

Would you still enjoy life the same way you did, 

Or would age and pain have changed you, 

The way they have changed me?  

I wish you hadn’t died when you did. 

I love you beyond measure. 

If you were here, this aching might leave me, 

I might have a hand to hold, 

The real presence of a love so strong, so powerful 

That death cannot separate, nor separation dilute.  

You may be lost to me in this world, 

But you are always with me. 

I find you in the things that even death cannot steal.  

No, my dearest one, 

Your memory will not lie down and be forgotten – 

And I will never lie down and forget.   

~Laura Franchi (10/6/’97)


The Bell of Mindfulness  

The bell of mindfulness 


We stop, we breathe. 

The clear, true tone fills the house. 

Drifting down from the meditation loft, 

Carried on morning light, 

It touches our broken hearts. 

Our beloved one is passing, 

Soon to breathe no more. 

Outside the rain falls 

Watering bright summer flowers. 

This is such a day and such an hour. 

We see the flower petals, glistening wet, 

Wet as the tears upon our faces. 

The great world of ONE LIFE is floating away. 

Our fragile boat rocks upon an ocean of suffering. 

We are adrift. 

Where is our compass and our guiding star? 

The bell of mindfulness rings. 

We stop, we breathe. 

The love that fills our aching hearts 

Is boundless as a great ocean. 

Our beloved one 

Can still hear the bell in this hour. 

There is time for a touch, a meeting of eyes, a word. 

Life has become the precious treasure 

It has always been. 

But in this moment we fully arrive to greet it, 

To hear the clear tone of the breathing bell. 

Breathing is now, 

The rain is now, our love is now. 

Our tiny boat of awareness  

Rocks safely in the Ocean of Great Loss, 

In the Ocean of Great Love. 

We stop, we breathe, 

Bowing to what is true.  

~Patricia Webb 

July 2009


God’s Will  

Not by choice but by God’s Will 

We’ve been left with memories that will only fill  

A part of us that’s left behind 

Like dust in the wind and soon to find  

That although we have faith, the day has come 

That this dream is real and we’re no longer numb  

The presence of what I know in my heart 

Will keep us together, never to part  

Your smile has graced us to no end 

A time for all of us to begin  

Laughing, loving, caring for each 

We no longer search, it’s within our reach  

You have blessed us all with something we lack 

We will learn from you and always look back  

God’s Will has left us with a part of you 

That will grace each day with a morning dew

 To wake up to butterflies fluttering about 

And the knowledge that we are not without  

Your smile, your laughter, your love, your appeal 

This, my dear, must be God’s Will. 

 ~Marcy Harper


Don’t Tell Me…   

Don’t tell me that you understand; don’t tell me that you know,   

Don’t tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.   

Don’t tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed,   

That I am chosen for this task, apart from all the rest.   

Don’t come at me with answers that can only come from me,   

Don’t tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.   

Don’t stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie,   

Don’t tell me how to suffer, don’t tell me how to cry.   

My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,   

But I need you, I need your love, unconditionally.   

Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share,   

Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say,   

“My friend, I really do care.”  

Author Unknown


Angels Are Real

Where are you my Precious one i long to see your face?  

I need to kiss and hold you and never let you go.  

I cannot understand why someone so precious had to die.  

My heart it has stopped beating i dont feel it anymore.  

Why my God did you take my little girl so soon?  

Have i done something wrong to deserve this terrible pain?  

I know that you have took her back to take her pain away.  

Yet i know she did not want to die her time was far too soon.  

She fought this terrible disease every single minute of the day  

And even when she was in pain she still had time to say  

“I Love You All So Very Much”  

My anger keeps me going its the only strength i have.  

Knowing that my angel was robbed of everything.   

She had everything to Live for 13 Years was not enough.  

And so i hope you understand why i sometimes question my faith.  

I wake up every morning hopeing it was all a bad dream.  

Hopeing that she’ll walk through the door and cuddle me once more.  

I know its my turn now to fight and find the truth.  

Why my Precious Daughter should never have left us that day.  

You died on valentines day making you one very special angel.  

And so from now on that day will always be called (Emmas Day).  

So every night even though i cant see you, i hold and kiss your picture.  

Remember that my love for you is stronger everyday.  

For everytime i lay down on my pillow i know you are next to me .  

Your arms wrapped around me wiping away my tears.  

~Written For Emma Jane Porter 19/11/93-14/2/07


How We Survive  

If we are fortunate, 

we are given a warning.  

If not, 

there is only the sudden horror, 

the wrench of being torn apart; 

of being reminded 

that nothing is permanent, 

not even the ones we love, 

the ones our lives revolve around.  

Life is a fragile affair. 

We are all dancing 

on the edge of a precipice, 

a dizzying cliff so high 

we can’t see the bottom.  

One by one, 

we lose those we love most 

into the dark ravine.  

So we must cherish them 

without reservation. 



This minute. 

We will lose them 

or they will lose us someday. 

This is certain. 

There is no time for bickering. 

And their loss 

will leave a great pit in our hearts; 

a pit we struggle to avoid 

during the day 

and fall into at night.  


unable to accept this loss, 

unable to determine 

the worth of life without them, 

jump into that black pit 

spiritually or physically, 

hoping to find them there.  

And some survive 

the shock, 

the denial, 

the horror, 

the bargaining, 

the barren, empty aching, 

the unanswered prayers, 

the sleepless nights 

when their breath is crushed 

under the weight of silence 

and all that it means.  

Somehow, some survive all that and,  

like a flower opening after a storm, 

they slowly begin to remember 

the one they lost 

in a different way…  

The laughter, 

the irrepressible spirit, t

he generous heart, 

the way their smile made them feel, 

the encouragement they gave 

even as their own dreams were dying.  

And in time, they fill the pit 

with other memories 

the only memories that really matter.  

We will still cry. 

We will always cry.

But with loving reflection 

more than hopeless longing.  

And that is how we survive. 

That is how the story should end. 

That is how they would want it to be.   

~Mark Rickerby


Poochie (On Second Thought)

At first it seems sad that Poochie has passed on, 

And that he died young, 

But on second thought I’m glad that 

Poochie’s now resting in peace. 

It seems sad that Poochie,  

who was so dear to me, 

Is no longer here with me, 

But on second thought I’m glad that 

Poochie’s resting in peace. 

It seems sad that 

So early Poochie lost his life 

And that I lost Poochie, 

But on second thought… 

Loving and losing is lovelier 

Than having never loved at all. 

Since Poochie loved me, 

And I cared for him in return, 

I gave Poochie one loving experience 

That’s worth a long lifetime, 

And Poochie gave me a special gift 

Worth a long lifetime. 

It’s not how long but how much 

One lives, after all, 

That makes life complete. 

If one dies with love embedded in the heart, 

Life is not too short, 

For life has been lived. 

And so again on second thought, 

Poochie’s lived a precious and fulfilled life 

Which makes sense that 

He’s now resting in peace surrounded by love. 

~ Jean Soohoo, a.k.a. Boo-boo For Roger B. Speir, a.k.a. Poochie


Father’s Day  

When I think of Father’s Day 

In many ways, it makes me very sad 

While you are gone, the holiday is still around 

All the cakes, the picnics, the cards, all the things I am missing out of 

All my Fathers Day favorites have been taken away 

I go to the cemetary, and talk to your grave 

And I feel so very all alone 

I took for granted so many things 

So many things I can never do or say 

But I’m greatful for the years we had 

And I’m proud to say, “You’re the best Dad!”  

~Tina Manee-Albrecht


I AM  

I am calm and quiet. 

I wonder what is happening. 

I hear my nan singing. 

I see her at heavens gates, waiting . 

I want my grandmother back . 

I am calm and quiet .  

I pretend my nan is still here . 

I feel her soft hair . 

I touch her hair , and drag my fingers through it . 

I worry that she gets lonely . 

I cry because she is gone . 

I am calm and quiet .  

I understand that she is gone . 

I say its hard to believe . 

I dream that she is still here . 

I try to understand shes not . 

I hope i’ll see her again . 

I am calm and quiet . 

I am your grandaughter .   

~sydney jarvis

I wrote this for my grandmother after she passed away on october 7th 2007. In loving memory of Margaret E Campbell . 1941 – 2007  


You are my Father  

I will not look at this as a goodbye.  

I will not allow the sorrow of this event to destroy me.  

I will embrace what you have taught me through the  

years and carry that with me.  

You have not died. You will forever be a part of my life,  

and through me you will forever be a part of my  

children’s as well. We are your legacy. 

I am proud to have had you in their lives.  

I hope they inherit your charm, your good nature, and your  

charisma. I know with your influence they will grow to  

become good men.  

You have raised me to the best of your ability  

and for that I want to thank you.  

Thank you for being kind, thank you for being stronger than  

you know, and most of all, thank you for loving us.  

You have inspired me to live life to the fullest,  

and never back down.  I will not be taken over by the anger 

and  frustration of your loss.  

Instead, I will remember the days when I was young  

and you were my hero.  

I will see you in my dreams.  

There you will forever be healthy and strong. 

In time, I hope to embrace your freedom, freedom from the  

pain, and freedom from the weight of your illness.  

Sorrow is inevitable, but I will face this with the same  

courage you did, because I am you, and you are my Father.  

Always your daughter,



To my sister, from heaven 

I just wanted you to know.   

That I’ll be with you wherever you go.   

I’ve gotten my wings and learned how to fly.  

 And I’ll dry your tears whenever you cry.   

Though I’ve went away and it seems we’re apart.   

You will forever be my soul and my heart.   

The love that we shared will not go astray.   

For deep in my heart it will always stay.   

You held me close when I was filled with pain.   

And your smile gave me sunshine when my life filled with rain.   

You guided me when no one else could.   

You protected me when no one else would.   

We’ve shared so much that mere words can’t express 

how knowing you has made me feel truly blessed.   

So please dear sister, fret not for me, for now my soul is truly free.   

So think of me often, as much as you can.   

And I’ll always be there to hold your hand.   

I’ll be your angel and guide you through life.  

I’ll give you comfort through torment and strife.   

So thanks dear sister again and again, 

thank you always for being my sister and my friend.  

~Reginald Bush  



I wish for one more day  

Now that you’re gone  

To thank you  

To see your beautiful face one more minute  

To be able to call you mom  

Now that you’re gone  

One more meal  

One last car ride  

One last see you later  

Last night I saw you  

Wishing that it was real  

Not believing that only in my heart  

Is where I can see you  

It is so hard to realize  

That this is now our reality  

But you left us in a good place  

Together we are all still 

Now that you’re gone  

You will remain in our hearts  

Till the day we are together again    


Inspired by a dream A dream that should have been real  


Nature’s Wonders  

Have you ever wondered what makes the wind blow? 

Could it be our loved ones blowing us a kiss?  

Have you ever wondered what makes the stars shine? 

Is it our loved ones keeping watch over us while we sleep?  

Have you ever wondered what makes the skies cry? 

Could it be our loved ones missing us?  

Have you ever wondered what makes the sun shine? 

Is it our loved ones giving us a warm hug?  

Have you ever wondered what makes the ocean waves come pounding to shore? 

Could it be our loved ones wanting to touch us once more?  

There are so many of natures wonders and do we really know why? 

Is there a higher power 

making sure we always remember the loved one we’ve lost and shall never forget.  

~For Brandon from Lisa


My Spirit Will Always Find Yours  

In the twilight of my life 

when I’m closer to the end 

than the beginning 

sadness, the pain of learning

the illusions of what I could and should

have been 

could and should have done

have all melted away

and I’m left here 

with nothing 

but the reality of who I am

and here I’ve found you once again.  

In our embrace we’re children 

who’ve walked the journey of discovery 

through the darkness to the light 

across the lifetimes 

where we fought and died 

laughed and cried 

were mother, father, friend 

lover, sister, brother 

we’ve come toghther 

time and time again

and again, and again  

In our moment now 

that seems so fleeting 

we yearn for more time 

but we had to find ourselves 

before we could recognize each other 

Don’t love with regret for time lost 

we will meet again 

and as long as forever 

in eternity endures 

my spirit will always find yours 

again, and again 

and again  

~David Woods for Janet Woods  


I Miss You Nana  

I watch my grandma 

getting shots for the pain 

we keep on praying 

to keep us all sane. 

just before you go to leave 

something was shockingly said 

something you couldn’t believe 

as you were lying on your bed. 

the thing you waited for 

had finally came true 

you were getting a grandson 

to add on to the crew. 

you looked and smiled 

the first smile of that day 

then you closed your eyes 

and then we started to pray. 

Lord take care of her 

she deserves the best 

make sure she’s happy 

as she starts her quest. 

on your way to heaven now 

to watch over us 

then we all start to cry 

and say “she’ll watch over us.” 

the memory of you 

will live forever in our heart 

we will always miss you 

we missed you from the start. 

you memory will live 

on as we go our own way 

but you were never gone 

in a way, you chose to stay. 

your our angel now 

to show us right from wrong 

just as you were in life 

now your 10 times strong.

I miss you Nana!  

~Kristina Hamilton 


Merry Christmas, Daddy  

I remember when I got the call, that cold Novermer night. 

I never thought it would happen to me- No! This can’t be right!  

We raced through town straight to your house to see if it was true. 

When we arrived cops blocked the door saying “there was nothing we could do”. 

I dropped to my knees and hit the ground, screaming to above, 

“Is this how you show you care?! Is this how you choose to love?!”  

I looked to the stars in search of you, hoping for comfort there. 

All I saw was midnight blue, the sky was cold and bare.  

The next few days were all a blur, I don’t remember much. 

I was lost in my kaleidoscope, reality was out of touch.  

The planning and preparation was mostly up to me. 

I stood my ground and hid my tears, I was as strong as I could be.  

But soon people stopped coming by, there was no more ringing of the phone. 

The house became very very quiet. I cried and felt alone.  

When I visit you it’s not the same, it’s not like your even there. 

I stare at a mound of dirt and think, “but if not here then where?”.  

Where had my Daddy gone? No one really knows. 

Why’d he choose to never see me again? Or why did he want to go?  

My Daddy has the reasons, and to him he feels they’re good. 

No one needs to understand, no one probably could.  

My Dad’s home now and doesn’t hurt, he’s happy as can be. 

He finally let go of all the bad, and now his soul is free.  

I miss you Daddy, and cry alot. My heart hurts everyday. 

I wish that I could get you back, there are so many things I’d say.  

I would say all I never said when I had the chance and when you were still here. 

Every word would leave my heart enveloped in a tear.  

Merry Christmas, Daddy. Think of me. I’m not the same without you, 

However, I will manage till we meet again, 

Love, Your Sister Sue…  

~Written for Eric by Amanda, a.k.a Sister Sue. age 15


Our Rae of Sunshine 

Our Ray of Hope 

 It was on that awful cold winters day, 

God took you home to heaven to stay 

I cried and cried when you went away.  

But alas, I have come to learn 

It was Him calling, it was your turn.  

For God was missing an Angel so He chose you, 

Best Darling Angel we ever knew! 

We understand it just had to be 

God has taken you to heaven and now you are free free free.  

Free from Pain, 

Free to run, free to dance and play again.  

We really are missing you 

We miss all the little things you do.  

But we understand 

You are there in his precious hand.  

Go prepare a place for us 

Someday we will join you that we must  

Go now my sweet one, dearest Rae 

We are thinking of you in every way.  

We all hated to see you go 

But alas you must rest so. 

Into Gods hands we place the very best, 

Rest now sweet Rae and twice be blessed 

You brought us so much happiness.  

Till we meet again 

we will think of you often.  

On that you can depend, 

You were our very special angel, daughter, granddaughter, niece, sister, friend.  

We understood you were only on loan, 

Now dearest Rae you are home.  

In the somber light of the waning moon 

God took you home way too soon  

It’s losing you we regret, 

God had His plans for you already set.  

~Shirley Mercier


To Grandma  

Grandma, I thought this day would never come, 

You were my Hero and you were my mother, 

You provided your protection and your guidance, 

Not only to me but to so many others,  

You always did the best that you could 

And you always gave the best, 

We will always remember your words, 

For we were the ones truly blessed.  

We will remember the times you made us laugh, 

And the times you made us cry, 

We will remember how you lived, 

And the look of your caring eyes.  

I will miss the touch of your soft hands 

And the way they healed my heart, 

I will remember your beautiful smile, 

And your sense of humor, was a world apart. 

We will miss the sound of your voice, 

And the directions you always gave, 

You’d tell us to always be strong, 

And you’d tell us to always to behave,  

I will miss the stories you would share, 

And the long talks at your kitchen table, 

I will miss the happiness you showed, 

With every new grandchild you cradled.  

Grandma, You will be missed, 

But in our hearts you will forever live, 

In our time of sorrow and pain, 

Memories of your strength we will now relive,  

Our hearts may be heavy 

And we may shed some tears, 

But our spirit rejoices, for you are with God 

And now you have nothing to fear,  

No more worries, no more sorrows, 

No more hurt and no more pain, 

In the kingdom of Heaven you now stand, 

Our love for you will forever remain.  

To our mother, to our sister, to our auntie, 

To our friend, and to our dear loved one, 

We thank you for your time, for your love, for your lessons, 

For your kindness, or your prayers. Now! your job is done.  

We LOVE YOU!!!  

~”Dovie” Salaba



what is the meaning of the word lost??? 

is it what i am now you’re gone? 

the feeling of lonliness and never knowing who your real friends are… 

not knowing who your real identity is… t

he crying of your empty heart… 

now that there’s a hole there.  

always hoping today will be your last.  

but i have to go on… k

nowing your never coming back… 

knowing i never said a proper goodbye 

never knowing if and when this pain will stop… 

the anger and sadness that is building up inside,

 is beginning to tear me apart… 

the tears wont cease… 

they keep pouring out…. 

im drowning.  

there is no need for me to be in this young and healthy body anymore,

it paints a perfect picture… 

but if u dig deep… 

past the fake smiles and phony laughs… 

you will see a sad soul trapped in a cage… 

longing for release… 

you will see that im lost without you dad.   

~Carol Murray


Daddy’s Little Girl  

Blonde haired, blue-eyed angel

That’s Daddy’s little girl 

He quickly held her close to him 

When she came into this world  

With loving hands and a gentle heart 

He taught her right from wrong 

However, before she knew it 

Her Daddy would be gone  

For her Daddy was very sick 

Even though it was hard to understand 

Until that dreadful day in May 

When God took him by the hand  

Now her Daddy’s gone from Earth 

And when she calls his name 

He doesn’t come running to her anymore 

Yet she loves him just the same  

Daddy’s little girl, thankful for her Dad 

Has peace in knowing, he’s in a good place 

Even though she’ll miss hearing his voice 

And seeing his smiling face  

For Daddy’s little girl, now out on her own 

Has to settle for the memories of the man 

And raise his grandsons to know him 

The best way that she can  

How desperately she’d love to have 

Her Daddy here with her 

She didn’t know how dark the demons 

That her Daddy carried were  

Daddy’s little girl is so lost without him being near 

Even though it’s hard for her, she comprehends 

No matter how much you love someone 

One day their time here ends  

I’ll always be your little girl Daddy 

My love for you will never part 

For you reside with Jesus now

And forever in my heart  

Love always, 

~Shelly Marie


Hear My Echoes 

 When western slopes become first lit  

I’ll to the tops where the wild wind blows  

To watch the sky  

To feel the earth  

To wander by the wild hedge  

And there I’ll feed my soul   

So future man do not fear  

When my ghost to you is near  

For just like you upon a time  

I walked this way and dreamt my dreams

~Notton Friar


With Love, Nan and Grandpa  

As I lie here in my sanctuary,   

2 cats upon my knee,  

With little bugs beneath me,  

I whisper the name of thee.  

Dark is fast approaching,  

So i clench my hands and pray to see,  

Tucked inside a giant wing,  

I whisper the name of thee.  

Pictures begin to show,  

Memories begin to unravel,  

It is you i see, from head to toe,  

Just as if you did not go  

Now that the light begins the fade,  

And the journey has been spent,  

I know i can awaken safe and sound,  

As my love has just been sent.  

~Sarah S. 


In Memory of Our Daughter Who Died of Breast Cancer   

Her eyes were dim and glassy as she gazed into the sky, 

She knew she was getting weaker, she knew that she would die. 

The Lord wrapped his arms around her and took her by the hand, 

He said “Come with Me, my darling, to God’s Eternal land. 

The years have passed so quickly and still we miss you so, 

There are times we can hardly wait til it’s our time to go. 

We know God picks the time and place to take our loved ones home, 

But it is so hard to accept the loss when it is one of your very own. 

We know others have lost their loved ones, and this we can’t explain 

And we know it must break God’s heart to see his children in such pain. 

We cannot judge what happens when tears and questions start, 

We only see what is visible, but God sees into the heart.  

The last night that we spent with you, you were so weak you could not speak, 

But you formed the words “I Love You” as we wiped tears from your frail, thin cheek. 

Your dreams didn’t get accomplished, you didn’t get to raise your kids, 

But you left a lasting impression on all you said and did. 

You are now our special angel, and as for daughters, we still feel we have four, 

Cause your are still a special part of our family, you just don’t live with us anymore.  

Our smiles try to hide our heartaches and we say we are doing fine, 

But to those who have experienced death know how it changes you in time. 

Every day we are reminded of the good things that you did, 

You cared so much for others, especially unfortunate kids.

Family dinners aren’t as lucious without your salads that used to be, 

You had that extra little touch to make them special, you see. 

The advice and help you gave the kids, you knew just what to say, 

And they knew they better listen when you told them to obey. 

To some you are forgotten, to others just a dream, 

But to us who love and miss you those memories ripple like a stream. 

God looked around his garden and saw an empty space, 

He then took a look around the earth and saw your suffering face. 

He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest, 

God’s garden must be beautiful, cause He only takes the best.  

You tried your best to teach us before you went away, 

We now have a better understanding of what you tried to say. 

Please always know we love you and no one can take your place, 

Tho’ many years can come and go your memory will never be erased. 

So when each day stats without you, we won’t seem so far apart, 

Cuz every time we think of you, you will be right here in our heart. 

So Jesus if you are listening in your home from up above, 

Would you kiss our darling daughter and give her all our love.

~  J.P. 


To Nanny 

I love you Nanny,  

Please don’t cry.  

I didn’t mean to die,  I

 tried to stay,  

But the Angels came.  

I heard them call my name.  

I only followed,  

I just wanted to see,  

If their wings suited me.  

It was fun,  

I wanted to play,  

I didn’t know I’d have to stay.   

I am really sorry  

I have made you sad,  

I didn’t mean to be so bad.  

I want so much,  

To be very good.  

Like you told me I should. 

 I wish I knew  

Of the Angel dangers,  

I was too busy avoiding strangers. 

Now you’re upset  

And it’s because of me  

If only I could make you see 

You’d be so proud  

Of how well I fly  

I didn’t even have to try  

A born natural,  

Or so I’m told.  

Even though I’m not very old.  

I’ve got a job,  

And I like it too.  

I’m the angel watching over you.  

So you see Nanny  

Please dry your eyes,  

I’m glad I tried those wings for size.  


January 2006


My Christmas in Heaven   

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below  

with tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow.  

The sight is so spectacular; please wipe away that tear,  

for I am spending Christmas with Jesus this year.  

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,  

but the sounds of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here.  

I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,  

for it’s beyond description, to hear the angels sing.  

I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart,  

but I am not so far away. We really aren’t apart.  

So, be happy for me dear ones, for you know I’m spending Christmas with Jesus this year.  

I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above:  

“My undying love!”  

After all, “love” is the gift more precious than pure gold.  

It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.  

Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do,  

for I can’t count the many blessings or love He has for each of you.  

So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.  

Remember, I’m spending Christmas with Jesus this year. 

~Wanda Bencke


My True Home

Drawn into tangible darkness, 

Rushing high speed through a tunnel. 

I’m somewhere between two worlds 

Spiraling like water through a funnel.  

I see a pinpoint of light in the distance, 

Growing larger the closer I get. 

But for some strange reason I’m not afraid? 

And see it not as being a threat. 

 Entering into a realm so soothing 

Of radiant, golden-white light, 

Peace and warmth pours over my spirit, 

It’s so beautifully – beautifully bright.  

Moving with the flow of fine silk, 

My translucent body glows; 

Like thousands of tiny diamonds 

They sparkle and superimpose.  

A floodgate of knowledge has been opened, 

With infinite waves of love; 

There’s a pageantry of dramatic colors here 

That just could never be dreamed of?  

I see miraculous mountains of deep blue velvet 

And spectacular valleys galore; 

A waterfall dazzles with clarity and life, 

This Elysian area I’d love to explore!  

Drifting next into a garden, 

With swaying grass so crisp, cool, and green; 

The luminescent flowers pulsate, 

Their shades so completely serene;  

I hear music playing of harmonic beauty 

That rolls like a glassy river. 

Enchanting, mystical tones, 

That would make any man alive shiver.  

Then suddenly, I see someone in the distance, 

Coming towards me to reunite. 

This whistling persons emanating glow, 

Is such a comforting and glorious sight?  

When I can finally distinguish who it is, 

I realize it’s my Grandpap Jack. 

He tells me that it’s not yet my time, 

And that I must now . . . go back.  

I could stay an eternity at this divine place 

From just these few things that I’ve been shown;

But I know one great day for sure I’ll be back, 

Because I believe this is my true home.  

Thanks to the author, Andrew Harley 

 Till The Dreaming’s Done: Poems Crafted For Thinking People (2005) 


To Mom-Mom Maryann and Pop-Pop Sam  

You Always   

You always are there when I feel bad, 

You always help when times are bad. 

You always encourage me when I’m down, 

You raised me to never frown. 

You always are near when I’m far, 

You always are in my heart.  



I’ve Seen Her 

I’ve seen my love; I’ve seen her pass,  S

he walks with such a grace.  

She turned and smiled across at me,  

The sun upon her face.    

And I could swear I caught the scent,  

The fragrance of her hair.  

Could I believe – should I believe,  

Her spirit blessed me there?    

Her eyes so bright, they shone with love, 

No pain to cloud them now,  

And when she laughed, no line was seen,  

Across that perfect brow.    

Oh love, if you would only wait,  

Beyond the tears and pain,  

We’ll walk together, hand in hand,  

In love,  

In peace,  


~David George

August 2005


Light a Candle 

Light a candle for those we mourn.  

Into a new life they will be born.  

Do not look for them at the gravesite.  

They are somewhere else radiating their beautiful light.  

They have gone to a new world where there is no darkness, no pain.  

Their light and essence will always remain.  

Light a candle for those who have left this mortal place.  

They are free to travel through time and space.  

When we think of them, they are near.  

When we sit in a beautiful garden. 

Their voices we hear.  

When we listen to a divine symphony,  

We close our eyes, their faces we see.  

Light a candle for they have not really gone.  

With each flickering flame, in your hearts they will always belong.   

 © A.Pell 24/08/2005


In memory of my mother, Mary Estelle  

You were a precious gift from God above, 

so much beauty, grace and love. 

You touched our hearts in so many ways, 

your smile so bright even on the bad days. 

You heard God’s whisper calling you home, 

you didn’t want to go and leave us alone. 

You loved us so much, you held on tight, 

till all the stregnth was gone and you could no longer fight. 

He had called your name twice before, 

you knew you couldn’t make him wait anymore. 

So you gave your hand to God and slowly drifted away, 

knowing that with our love we will be together again some day.


Upon a white pony  

For Amy Keogh  

Upon a white pony, her presence did appear,  

An Energy of light, her love we drew so near:  

A princess with out limit, no hurdles did she see,  

Every morrow did she rise, to full our hearts with glee.  

A gentle strength of wind, she sweep away our fear,  

With a wave of her hand our pain did disappear:  

This promise from an angle, a promise made by she,  

To adorn her sleeve a heart, plain for all to see    

Though inside lay a warrior, this one you may not know,  

One determined and unshaken, one who could battle any foe:  

All acumen of men, thus one could not deceive,  

The samurai among us, with the power to believe,  

None dared harm this damsel, a place one could not go,  

No sword could she not rise, no seed could she not sow; 

O‚ sprit of this princess, the spirit to achieve  

The spirits of our sister, o spirit do not leave    

No prose does exist that could take away this pain,  

For one we held so near, our love shall never wane,  

But all must one day pass, and each day should flee  

Each angel one day flys and now so must she.  

She was our sunshine, our sweet November rain,  

Our love is eternal, and our love we can not feign,  

So what dreams may come, where ever she may be  

Upon a white pony she will be riding there with me    

~love Ella  

xoxo wish u were still here


Our death is our wedding 

Our death is our wedding with eternity.  

What is the secret? “God is One.”  

The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.  

This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;  

It is not in the juice made from the grapes.  

For he who is living in the Light of God,  

The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.  

Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,  

For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.   

~Rumi (Mystic Odes 833) 


To One Gone Too Soon

Little angel, sent from God 

To a desperate mother in need,  

You touched the hearts of those you loved, 

With every word and deed.  

The pain you suffered and endured, 

Would have conquered a weaker soul 

Your willful, stubborn, hope-filled heart 

Placed you in a stronger role  

Twenty-two precious years 

You nurtured love in a woman void 

You gave her love, and life and hope 

And kept her spirits buoyed.  

Now in heaven, Sarah, please, 

Keep watch o’er your dearest mother 

And always remember, won’t you please 

You were loved like no other.


The Broken Chain

We little knew the day that   

God was going to call your name,  

In life we loved you dearly,  

in death we do the same.   

It broke our hearts to lose you,   

but in God we put our trust,  

In times as difficult as this,  

faith is such a must.     

You left us peaceful memories,  

your love is still our guide,  

And though we cannot see you,   

you are always at our side.    

Our family chain is broken,   

and nothing seems the same,  

But as God calls us one by one,   

the chain will link again.  

~Ron Tranmer   


The Stranger

Death will the body

And the body’s hope of time;

Death will undo

Faith that depends upon another’s word

And has not felt the fire

Credulity that passes for belief,

The airy gallantry, the phantasies

Of the enthusing spirit,

Promise and pretension and pretences–

Death will undo all these.

All these are gossamer.

There yet remains

The indestructible principle, the stranger,

Little regarded in the masque of life,

But now, as blood turns cold,

One by whose eye we see

Essential things, One by whose nature

We know ourselves undying,

One by whose word, had we but heeded it,

We might have understood much earlier

What only now we know.

Death frees the stranger in us. He is I.



To My Dearest Family

Some things I’d like to say

but first of all to let you know

that I arrived okay

I’m writing this from Heaven

where I dwell with God above

where there’s no more tears

or sadness there

is just eternal love

Please do not be unhappy

just because I’m out of sight

remember that I’m with you

every morning, noon and night

That day I had to leave you

when my life on Earth was through

God picked me up and hugged me

and He said I welcome you

It’s good to have you back again

you were missed while you were gone

as for your dearest family

they’ll be here later on

I need you here so badly

as part of My big plan

there’s so much that we have to do

to help our mortal man

Then God gave me a list of things

He wished for me to do

and foremost on that list of mine

is to watch and care for you

And I will be beside you

every day and week and year

and when you’re sad

I’m standing there

to wipe away the tear

And when you lie in bed at night

the days chores put to flight

God and I are closest to you

in the middle of the night

When you think of my life on Earth

and all those loving years

because you’re only human

they are bound to bring you tears

But do not be afraid to cry

it does relieve the pain

remember there would be no flowers

unless there was some rain

I wish that I could tell you

of all that God has planned

but if I were to tell you

you wouldn’t understand

But one thing is for certain

though my life on Earth is o’re

I am closer to you now

than I ever was before

And to my very many friends

trust God knows what is best

I’m still not far away from you

I’m just beyond the crest

There are rocky roads ahead of you

and many hills to climb

but together we can do it

taking one day at a time

It was always my philosophy

and I’d like it for you too

that as you give unto the World

so the World will give to you

If you can help somebody

who is in sorrow or in pain

then you can say to God at night

my day was not in vain

And now I am contented

that my life it was worthwhile

knowing as I passed along the way

I made somebody smile

So if you meet somebody

who is down and feeling low

just lend a hand to pick him up

as on your way you go

When you are walking

down the street

and you’ve got me on your mind

I’m walking in your footsteps

only half a step behind

And when you feel the gentle breeze

or the wind upon your face

that’s me giving you a great big hug

or just a soft embrace

And when it’s time for you to go

from that body to be free

remember you’re not going

you are coming here to me

And I will always love you

from that land way up above

Will be in touch again soon

P.S. God sends His Love

~Author Unknown


To Those I Love

To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,

Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk

Of me as if I were beside you there.

(I’d come-I’d come, could I but find a way!

But would not tears and grief be barriers?)

And when you hear a song or see a bird

I loved, please do not let the thought of me

Be sad …. For I am loving you just as

I always have … You were so good, to me!

There are so many things I wanted still

To do — so many things to say to you …

Remember that I did not fear … It was

Just leaving you that was so hard to face …

We cannot see Beyond.. But this I know:

I loved you so – ’twas heaven here with you!

~Ardis Marletta 


I Can’t Remember

Just a line to say I’m living

That I’m not among the dead

Though I’m getting more forgetful 

And mixed up in my head.

I got used to arthritis,

To my dentures I’m resigned,

I can manage my bifocals,

But God, I miss my mind.

For sometimes I can’t remember,

When I stand at the foot of the stair

If I must go up for something

Or have I just come down from there?

And before the frig so often,

My poor mind is filled with doubt,

Have I just put the food away,

Or have I come to take some out?

And there’s the time when it is dark

With my nightcap on my head,

I don’t know if I’m retiring,

Or just getting out of bed.

If it’s my turn to write you,

There’s no need for getting sore,

I may think that I have written

And don’t want to be a bore.

Remember that I love you

And wish that you were near.

Now it is nearly mail time,

So I must say goodbye dear.

There I stand beside the mailbox, 

With face so very red,

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I had opened it instead.

~Author Unknown


If I Knew

If I knew it would be the last time 

That I’d see you fall asleep,

I would tuck you in more tightly

and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time 

that I see you walk out the door, 

I would give you a hug and kiss

and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time 

I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,

I would video tape each action and word, 

so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, 

I could spare an extra minute to stop and say “I love you,”

instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. 

If I knew it would be the last time 

I would be there to share your day,

well I’m sure you’ll have so many more, 

so I can let just this one slip away. 

For surely there’s always tomorrow 

to make up for an oversight, 

and we always get a second chance

to make everything just right. 

There will always be another day to say “I love you,” 

And certainly there’s another chance to say our “Anything I can do?” 

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,

I’d like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget. 

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,

And today may be the last chance 

you get to hold your loved one tight. 

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? 

For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day, 

That you didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss 

and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,

Tell them how much you love them and that you’ll always hold them dear 

Take time to say “I’m sorry,” “Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.” 

And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today. 

~Anonymous from the Internet


Love never disappears for death is a non-event. 

I have merely retired to the room next door. 

You and I are the same; what we were for each other, we still are. 

Speak to me as you always have, do not use a different tone, do not be sad.

Continue to laugh at what made us laugh. 

Smile and think of me. 

Life means what it has always meant. 

The link is not severed. 

Why should I be out of your soul if I am out of your sight? 

I will wait for you, I am not here, but just on the other side of this path. 

You see, all is well.

~St. Augustine


An Old Lady’s Poem 

What do you see, nurses, what do you see? 

What are you thinking when you’re looking at me? 

A crabby old woman, not very wise, 

Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes? 

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply 

When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try!” 

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,

And forever is losing a stocking or shoe….. 

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will, 

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill…. 

Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see? 

Then open your eyes, nurse; you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your swill.

I’m a small child of ten…with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters, who I ! love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet, 

Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet.

A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, 

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own, 

Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast, 

Bound to each other with ties that should last. 

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, 

But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn. 

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee, 

Again we know children, my loved one and me. 

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead; 

I look at the future, I shudder with dread. 

For my young are all rearing young of their own, 

And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known. 

I’m now an old woman…and nature is cruel;

‘Tis jest to make old age look like a fool. 

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart, 

There is now a stone where I once had a heart. 

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, 

And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain, 

And I’m loving and living life over again.

I think of the years ….all too few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last. 

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see, …

Not a crabby old woman; look closer…see ME!!




When you were born, an angel smiled, 

As you became a child, an angel sat on your shoulder

When you became an adult, an angel held your hand

As you grew old, an angel walked down the road with you,

And, when you died, another angel got their wings.



Thank You, God

Thank You, God, for giving

Me the gift of living

In this curious, strange 

World where all things change 

And where I can grow to be 

My best and utmost me. 

Thank You that I desire 

Always to mount up higher 

And be something more 

Than I have been before, 

And thank You for my mind 

That always seeks to find 

The beautiful and true 

And be one with You. 

© James Dillet Freeman



Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. 

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. 

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. 

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. 

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive God to be; and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. 

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

~Old St. Paul’s Church, Baltimore 1692


The Traveler

She has put on invisibility.

Dear Lord, I cannot see–

But this I know, although the road ascends

And passes from my sight,

That there will be no night;

That You will take her gently by the hand

And lead her on

Along the road of life that never ends, 

And she will find it is not death but dawn.

I do not doubt that You are there as here, 

And you will hold her dear.

Our life did not begin with birth,

It is not of the earth;

And this that we call death, it is no more

Than the opening and closing of a door

And in Your house how many rooms must be

Beyond this one where we rest momentarily.

Dear Lord, I thank You for the faith that frees, 

The love that knows it cannot lose its own;

The love that, looking through the shadows, 


That You and she and I are ever one!

~James Dillet Freeman (Unity School of Christianity, Unity Village, Missouri)